Ominous fragrance soaked air
Measured movements in black
Heaving chests, long sighs
Silent gasps and cries
Loud without sound
Dance without the dancer
Strings vibrate long notes
Air heavy with anticipation
White lilies adorning
Every parlour chair taken
No room even to stand
The water breaks
Her heaves cease
Behold the murderer is born
Celebration turns into mourning
Cries of joy mixed with grief
No doubt she doesn’t know her crime
Like so many others including us
Parasitic on lives for ours to live
Life and death connected extraordinaire
Each fuelling the other
Why scapegoat a few
For this monstrous arrangement
Why imprison or shoot at sight?
Even sincere benevolence
Experiences metamorphosis
Eager for the good it seeks for the other
It gets rid of the filth
Re-forming the scum of the earth
Scrubbing clean the baby
Skin peels, blood flows
Scrubs harder
The baby screams in agony
But cleanliness is next to godliness
And the scrubbing continues
Is it self-affirmation?
One’s purity displayed
Or is it the cruel dialectic
Between self-worth and the worth of selves
My worth determined
By the worth I force on the other
Or even self-redemption?
I need to stand for good
The overcoming self
Recompensing my evil
But the march for good
This glorious crusade
Soon rots into evil
Oh the unrestrained violence of good
Numinous hatred and sacred brutality
Or just the plain evil of the self
Sorry tales we tell ourselves
Pass them on to our children
Create characters in supporting roles
The villain always the other
Poor, ugly bastards
Needs stamping out as roaches
Unleashing uncontrolled
The power of my good
My licence to kill
Good and evil
Illegitimate categories
Yet needed for sanity
In this insane universe
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